Author's Note: We're back to 2P!Japan. There's not much going on in this match. I did get stuck at one point, but I managed to pull something through. I'm about two-thirds of the way done with the Hetalia Christmas special. So much to write and we have twelve more days until the deadline. And don't get me started on how big the Durarara Christmas special is getting. For now, I don't know who's going to be focused on the Monday before Christmas yet. It will come to me, as usual. For now, enjoy this week's match.

Match Twenty-Six: Nikusui:

This was his kingdom now.

Kuro stood by his queen. He grabbed her by the hips. He had his queen. Now, the king needed his subjects. But first, he had to deal with his other self. Such a pain really.

A pair of graceful hands rested on his shoulders. Kuro didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

"When will I get to really see you?" he asked. "I mean. Physically see you."

"Heh," she said. The corrupt Japan turned his head.

"There's something different about you," he said. She raised her eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" she asked. Kuro shrugged and shook his head. He touched her on the right shoulder.

"Solid," he said. "You're more solid."

"Yes," she said. "It's almost time."

"Oh? Who is it this time you made the bargain with?" Kuro asked. She whispered the answer in his ear. A catlike smile spread across his face.

"Oh!" he said. "That should be interesting." Kuro turned to that Woman in Red.

"When should we the end to be coming?" he asked. She leaned in close to his ear.

"Winter," she said with a purr. Kuro couldn't help but smirk.

"That actually sounds like a plan to me," he said.

"How is your kingdom coming along?" she asked. Japan's dark counterpart snickered to himself.

"Very well," he said. "I can't wait to see the end result."

"I can't wait to see it either," she said. She playfully nipped him on the ear before she vanished. Kuro turned and looked behind him with a smirk on his face. No time to enjoy the beauty around him. He had work to do.

Kuro had a strange, seductive charm surrounding him. Ladies loved him. Guys questioned their sexuality around him. Sure, Kiku had admirers, but he never had it in him to pursue them. That wasn't going to be Kuro. Kabukicho was going to become his kingdom.

It didn't take long for his campaign of vice to come to fruition. His queen was the one who managed the girls.

"You can be the one in charge," Kuro told her one night bed.

"I could?" she asked. He pushed her hair behind her ear.

"Of course," he said. "You are a smart and beautiful woman after all." Pinkku blushed. She was going to be the centerpiece of his kingdom. Kuro sat up in bed.

"In fact, I have a little present for you," he said.

"A present for me?" she asked. Kuro held out his hand.

"Come with me," he said. His voice was all it took to command her. She took him by the hand. They climbed out of bed and walked out of the room.

Kuro led her into the elevator. This abandoned hotel was perfect for his "castle". No one seemed to care about it. There were rumors about it being torn down. Perfect place to form a kingdom. Within days, Kuro had the hotel renovated in secret. Good thing he still had the magic from the other world with him. When that would fade remained to be seen. He pressed the down button. This place was going to be filled with his harem once the queen understood her role. Right now, Pinkku watched as the doors slid closed and the cab started riding downwards. Words wouldn't do this surprise any good.

She would have to see it for herself.

They made it down to the basement. Kuro turned to his queen as the doors slid open.

"Close your eyes," he commanded. Pinkku complied without question.

"Good," he said. Kuro took her by the hand and led her out of the elevator. They didn't need to turn on the lights yet. She didn't ask questions as they walked down the narrow hall. Kuro took in the spicy cinnamon perfume around them. The man couldn't help but smirk to himself. They came up to a sliding screen door. Kuro reached forward and pushed it open.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now," he said. He moved aside just in time for her to open her eyes. Pinkku's eyes widened as her jaw dropped.

"You made this for me?" she asked. She stood before a sex dungeon. This wasn't a typical sex dungeon either. The walls were a blood red. Chains hung from the ceiling. Whips decorated one wall. A bed in a cage sat off to one side. Another bed was off to another side. Pinkku didn't think that there could be that many sex toys and furniture could fit down here.

"Do you like it?" Kuro asked.

"Yes!" she said with a gasp. "I love it!"

"I knew you would," he said. The man came up behind her and draped his arms around her shoulders.

"You will be training the other girls here," he whispered in her ear. Pinkku glanced behind her.

"Other girls?" she asked.

"Yes," Kuro said. He kissed her on the neck. Pinkku closed her eyes and took in a breath.

"Oh yes," she said, breathing out. "I will do my best."

"Very good," Kuro said in a whisper. He kissed her on the neck again. His right hand slid into the sheets and between her legs. Pinkku moaned aloud as his fingers got to work.

He shoved her into the room. She would be the first to test the dungeon.

However, there is going to be a little problem to his plan. In Aoyama, a high-end antique shop was about to open for the day. A man in his fifties was taking one more look at the merchandise around the store. At first, everything looked like they were in place.

That's when he spotted it.

"Huh?" the man asked.

There was a tall black ornate mirror in the middle of the room. The frame looked like it was hand-carved and painted. It was hard to tell how old the mirror was. He had never seen this mirror before. Had it always been here? The man shook his head. That couldn't be.

He reached over to touch the glass. A hand smacked the other side of the surface. The man fell back with a fright. The hand drew back. Two hands and arms came out through the glass. The man crawled backward as a woman in a black kimono crawled out of the mirror. Her black geta touched the floor. She looked around as she stretched her neck.

"Oh my," she said, worried. "This isn't the right place at all." The pale woman turned to the man cowering on the floor.

"Excuse me," she said. "Where exactly am I?"

"M-M-My shop. In Aoyama," the poor shop owner said. The woman pursed her lips as she blinked at him.

"Aoyama?" she asked. The man nodded, shaking.

"Oh," the woman said. "This isn't right. This isn't right at all." She wandered over to the door. However, the woman paused at the glass before looking over her shoulder.

"Thank you for freeing me, sir," she said. "Goodbye." And just like that, the pale woman in her black kimono walked out the door. The man was left sitting on the floor, looking pale. When he managed to get up and run to the door, he looked outside. The woman was already gone. The man now had a confused look on his face. Who was that?